This is a song about "Hoping the weed out weighs this lyric"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I don't know defeat

Pull out the weed, put the top back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

About the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Who substituted for this weed

The revolution will proceed